Let them wait till we've lined our pets
On to the forts and the walls of Metz;
The siege guns,
The liege guns,
The guns to batter down
The barricades and bastions of any German town.
Though there be others who do good work,
Harassing German, trouncing Turk,
Let us but honour one toast to-day—
The men and the guns of the R.G.A.!